by JDA

Love is enslavement
Who wants to be enslaved?
Where did I go?
Where did she go?
Neither one of us is the person
that the other met.
That initial burst of love’s
flame reduced us to ashes,
uncertain, confused, wondering
where we went.

So now there are only two
people exactly the same.
You and me. We need one
another because we are
a unique species.

Time to climb the gang plank
to Noah’s Ark hoping for a
pure future.
   The dove waits patiently.